Thug Romance
"Shit! Oh shit, shit, shit, that fucking hurts! Hold on a moment!" The shouting went unnoticed for a moment, the lion on top pushing his shaft forward for a few moments more before he noticed the claws clutching at his shoulders in a desperate attempt to get his attention.
"Fuck... sorry, Damien. Got a little ahead of myself I guess." The lion grimaced a bit, his eyes glowing slightly in the faint light coming from the window into the otherwise dark room. Not but an hour ago had the pair confessed mutual love for one another and they were already fooling around.
The rat, Damien, just shook his head with a weak chuckle. As much as it humored him that Micah, always the more impulsive of the two, had gotten ahead of himself there was still the fact that it hurt to have him in there. The chocolate and cream furred rat shifted himself around on the bed, groaning when that shaft buried up his tail end pressed against his flared ring. The pain was something that he could work himself through if only for love for the lion atop him, but it would take some effort before they could really get going.
It was in those peaceful moments that Damien decided to take in the full appearance of the cat, his eyes seeing fairly clearly in the low light. Micah was lean, if short, not a single ounce of fat across his body. His left ear was pierced with two bars through it, glinting softly in the light from the window whenever the lion moved his head. As an act of rebellion against his heritage, he'd shaved the sides of his mane into a mohawk and died the brown mane into an abomination of dark red with bright orange tips. It was cute, if nothing else, for his lover's head to be as fiery as his passion when he got into it.
Other than that, the feline was a prime example of the fluidic grace that normally accompanied his species, liquid muscle pooling together in all the right spots when the feline's body flexed with effort like it was right now to hold the rat's legs at his shoulders.
They'd both met one another through various contacts in the seedy underbelly of the city and gotten together over a robbery job. Their success had spurred them onto a string of robberies up and down the east coast and since they both had no priors they managed to elude capture by way of not even being in the system. They were careful with the money they stole, never going above what their 'day jobs' granted them as far as income, even if it meant staying in this seedy little apartment with more roaches than there was food.
And yet they'd made it together for a year now, getting closer and more familiar with one another, spending a little here and there of the cash to buy one another something they'd wanted. Clean sheets, an actual bed besides the cots that the apartment had come furnished with, a flat screen television... all of it had accumulated as they'd 'saved' in their bank until they managed to get enough. It'd taken almost the entire year since their last robbery had left them sitting on over a million dollars, but it was when Micah had suggested that he take his share and leave that Damien knew he had to confess himself.
"I love you, Micah." Four words, spoken in haste, had left the rat cringing as the lion had wheeled around on him. There had just been a look in Micah's eyes that had told Damien that he'd said the wrong thing and was going to get the shit kicked out of him for being a faggot. He'd thought it would end quickly, at least, and perhaps Micah would find some hoe over in California that would be worth his attention.
The blow had never come and instead he'd found two arms wrapped around his waist and lips being pressed against his. Confused, Damien had opened his eyes to find that it really was the fiery-headed lion kissing him so passionately...
"You good to go yet, Dami?" The words were spoken so gently that the rat had trouble focusing on them, lost so much in his memories. The rat looked up with chocolate brown eyes at the face of his lover, those beautiful green eyes shimmering in the light with a feral glow. Passion smoldered in the moment as they both looked on one another before Damien nodded slowly.
"Y-yeah. I think I'm good. You're a lot bigger than I thought, heh. Only ever did work two fingers in myself." The rodent found himself blushing a bit, giving a sheepish and buck-toothed grin up at his lover. Micah just shrugged before flashing a fanged smile of his own, fingers gripping into the rat's hips as he started pushing forward again, making the rat yowl out.
It still hurt, but it was getting easier. Or it would, if the feline would actually have taken a moment and gotten even a little spit on his dick before unceremoniously breaching the rat's back passage with his fat log of a dick. Damien hadn't expected to have his ass split open so quickly by the feline, but the cat's very nature made such an activity so obvious. Sex was the culmination of a relationship and oral was just foreplay to Micah, so it made sense that he'd go for anal or 'true fucking' at the earliest opportunity.
It was just Damien's fault that he'd let himself be lead into it in the first place, really. He'd laid down on the bed, expecting to feel the feline's lips at his cock and giving it a kiss but instead found himself with the lion lifting his legs up onto his shoulders and grunting as he stabbed himself inward.
"Gawwd, fuck!" Damien cried out heatedly as Micah finally worked his entire dick into the male below him, a huge grin on his face as he looked down at the rat. Those roving green eyes took in the sight, Damien's chocolate colored chest heaving with lungsful of air that caused his cream-white stomach to stretch a moment before collapsing again.
The rat didn't have the same gift of a high metabolism as the feline, perhaps just a little fat decorating his waistline and thighs but not much. His arms and legs were the rodent's muscle truly lay, the rat truly ripped from his days running from the police after various jobs. A hoop hung in both ears, made from gold, and a tongue ring broke into the dim light as Micah started to pull himself away again.
They breathed, they moved, they pushed against one another as one. Somehow their tails found each other and started coiling around each other's. Micah's left hand moved away from squeezing at the rat's hip and up towards something a lot better to rub, finding Damien's pink shaft pushing out of his sheath in a moment. Damien gasped as warm heat closed around the tip of his cock, looking down to see the lion's paw on his member and squeezing a dollop of pre out of it. From somewhere within, the rat felt like it was getting easier for the lion to move inside of him, that thick feline shaft steadily pushing inward where there had been resistance before.
It was like a fire, raging out of control, their passions going unquenched for a long eternity. They were made for one another and it had taken them both a year to realize it. The lion ran his hand through Damien's short-cropped hair, brushing the brown locks back a moment. They lived in a disgusting apartment but for them it was a mansion. The summer's heat that roiled up from the street below was the sun shining on their backs, the roar of cars cruising by below was the sound of the surf crashing against rocky cliffs.
Now was their paradise, their Eden, their beginning. They would make it work, lips touching electrically against one another's before they parted. Tongues hunted for their partner's own, a raspy lion's tongue meeting the smooth, if studded with that piercing, one of the rat's.
They didn't even notice that they were moving against each other anymore, friction merely warming them up where their fur brushed against each other's. Tingles coursed up and down Damien's spine when Micah's cock suddenly pushed against his prostate, drawing out a squeak from the rodent. Micah couldn't help but smile, the lion finding that noise among all the ones so far to be the cutest.
Damien could feel the world melting around him as sweat beaded along his body, dampening his fur against the cool wind that blew from the fan in the corner of the room. The touch, the kiss of that cold wind alone sent chills along his body, but it was when Micah moved his hips slightly to bring himself to bear against the rodent's prostate that sent the wonderful shivers along the rat's spine.
The bliss of two lovers with one another as sweat dripped from their bodies onto the bed sheets below, mingling and intermixing, it was no match for either of them. They were lost amidst a storm of passion, their true bliss felt rather than heard. They both responded to their lover's cries, moving to intercept needs and wants before they could even make an appearance on their mate's lips.
They both hungered, yearned for one another and they now had that hole in their hearts filled. It was like the weight of the world had lifted off of their shoulders, their hearts ignited in a way they had never imagined. But as they moved, they bucked and they moaned, they were coming closer and closer to the climax, more than they could have ever expected.
Damien shifted his legs to wrap around Micah's waist, the rat's right foot twitching with the pleasure coursing through him. It was a tic that he'd never really cured himself of when he'd started masturbating as a teenager, that twitch of his foot a sign that he was soon to erupt. Micah had no such outward sign, except perhaps the way that he grit his teeth and snarled out something that sounded like a warning.
It erupted for both of them without warning, Damien squeaking out loudly as that sensation suddenly washed over him before he could do anything to stop it, milk-white semen spurting out of his dick and onto his chest with a force that he'd never managed before by himself. It was thick, like his balls were emptying everything that they'd ever produced in one go across his body, streaking his chocolate fur with streamers of white.
He felt pain in his shoulder before he realized what was happening, Micah biting into his fur and tugging on his flesh as he rammed his hips home one last time. The rat could swear that he felt his lover's heartbeat through that insertion, pulsing wildly and hammering against him. A moment later, the feline's shaft was pouring its load into him, squirting jet after jet of sticky seed up into the rodent's bowels and forever marking him internally as the cat's.
They collapsed in a breath against one another, hands at the back of each other's heads as they forced their lips together. Passion poured from them both in palpable waves as they came to grips with what had just happened between them. A red light slowly made itself aware on their peripheral vision, Micah looking up at it with bleary eyes after a moment with a soft chuckle. The alarm clock on the end table announced that it was four thirty in the morning, at least five hours since they'd started with this.
"Damn, rat. You sure got some endurance on ya. Maybe this gut of yours ain't a weakness after all." Micah grinned, showing his sharp teeth with a proud smile at the rodent below him. A hand ran caringly across the rodent's chest, smearing some of that sticky jizz in that just made Damien chuckle.
"Oh and look who's talking, ya fucking twig. I swear, if I'd been riding ya you'd have snapped in half." The lion looked as if he might have come back with a witty retort before he yawned. Fatigue had rapidly caught up with them both and it was starting to show as tan eyes met with glowing green before they both closed, sleep rushing them into the darkness before either of them could change positions.
Damien woke with his body aching, but in a good way. The afternoon light was filtering in through their window, the rodent noticing the time as being almost three in the afternoon. If there was anyone who could beat them at sleeping, it was those poor saps who slept six feet under in some gloomy cemetery.
The rodent noticed the heavy, slow breathing against his shoulder first, Micah's cheek brushing against his. An arm looped around his waist and body pressed against the rodent's was all the indication that Damien needed to know that it hadn't been just a one night stand between them. Micah actually cared for him and that was all the rat needed right now. He sniffed delicately at the air then instantly regretted the decision. Scratch that, he needed a shower too, if the stale scent of sweat and sex that clutched to his fur was any indication.
Gently, he extricated himself from Micah's sleeping grasp just for the lion to roll over and start snoring as loudly as possible, a freight train gracing the room with its presence. Damien smirked and shook his head as he put his fingers to his ears. "Of all the things I love about you, that's not one of them." He leaned down and kissed Micah on the cheek, watching a smile spread over the feline's sleeping lips before heading out of the bedroom.
The hot water of the shower was gratefully not tainted, so at least the landlord had fixed the rusted as hell pipes that went from the water tower. Damien sighed as he lathered up his fur with a strong bodywash, knowing that even if they accepted one another the other guys in their crew wouldn't be so forgiving. The soap would help with that part by hiding their scent from anything but a bloodhound or someone who managed to get their nose right up along the pair's bodies. With a little intimidation, they needn't worry about either, but there was no use in taking any chances.
"Hey, faggot." The soft voice came from the bathroom door and drew the rat out of his thoughts. He looked through the fogged shower door to see the outline of the lion standing there, resting his arm on the frame. "You get yer pretty ass cleaned up, breakfast will be waitin' in the livin' room. Ain't got time to buy an apron and some actual dishes, so it's heat up meals. Whatcha want?"
"Some of those good as gold breakfast burritos man, so long as it's got cheese in it." Damien stepped under the water after a moment, rinsing himself of the strong soap before stepping out. He didn't care that he was naked in front of the lion anymore, not even bothering to wrap a towel around his waist as he started drying his hair.
"What, you gotta be so fucking stereotypical that you want cheese on your food? Man, you're just whacked out from the fucking I gave you, aren't you?" Damien lifted the towel in time to see the joking smirk on the lion's face, which the rodent returned in kind.
"Shut up, kitty, or I'll make you have some cream with yours. And don't worry, I ain't afraid to jerk it into your goddamned food if you piss me off." They stood across from each other a moment, Damien noticing after a moment that his shaft was peeking pink from his sheath, but he didn't bother covering himself up.
"Eh, just make sure yer faggot ass is down in the living room by the time the microwave beeps, else I'll just eat your food too. Those breakfast burritos sound good anyway." And with that the lion was wheeling around and stalking down the hallway towards the little 'kitchen'. Really just a fridge and freezer set with a microwave sink and dishwasher, it wasn't anything more than a little place for them to make microwavable meals.
But Damien would be damned if he didn't think that it was heaven on earth though. He'd scored with someone he'd thought would never return his passion and they hadn't lost a thing in the translation from friend to something far more. It was comforting in a way that Micah was just as coarse and rough as before, if maybe now in a more teasing and romantic way.
Damien pulled on his white muscle shirt and low-riding shorts in time to hear the microwave beeping with his meal at the ready. He walked down the hall, grabbing the microwave burritos from Micah with a grin and a kiss to his cheek before he sashayed his way into the living room. He fumbled for the remote on the coffee table for a moment before turning on the television, the talking heads coming up to report on the unsolved string of robberies from six months ago.
"Heh, who're the faggots in the photos?" Micah grinned as he walked in with his own food, munching away on what appeared to be a couple of microwaved corn dogs. He took pleasure in bringing the corn flour covered meat into his maw almost all the way to the stick before biting down and tearing it away, leaving just a little left on the end of the stick. "Looks like a coupla homos to me, whatchoo think?"
"Eh, prolly just some bitches that're gonna be movin' out to the west coast in a couple of days to me. We did go through with the dead uncle bit, right? Got Chance to forge up the will and death certificate and all that shit?" Damien muttered around mouthfuls of food, biting again and again into the corn flour tortilla to come away with bits of sausage and cheese and some mixed veggies. Hell if he knew what was in the thing, he just liked it for the hella good cheddar.
"Yeh. Gave him a good bit of good ol' uncle Stromgarde's inheritance too, but he's gonna deliver it through that dirty lawyer Weinstein later today. I'm expected to be served sometime tomorrow, then we're getting the fuck outta dodge." Micah grunted as he finished the last of his second corndog in a few mouthfuls before setting the paper plate aside.
"I guess all that's left for us to do is wait, right?" Damien lifted a brow as he looked over at Micah with a rather playful expression. He set his own emptied plate to the side as he picked up the remote, starting to flick through the channels with the same impatience as he usually had.
His foot drummed against the ground until their downstairs neighbor pounded on the ceiling with a broom, making the rat stop lest he make the big bulldog mad again. He couldn't keep his eyes flicking over towards Micah who'd slipped into his usual posture, hands down his pants as he drank from a can of Red Bull. Damien smirked to himself as an idea crossed his mind, slipping out of his seat and heading to the kitchen where he used the opening of the fridge to conceal him unzipping his pants.
When he came back out of the kitchen with a bottle of rolling rock, he casually slipped up behind the lion before laying his nuts out on the bridge of the lion's nose. He cracked open the bottle of beer with his buckteeth, grinning as Micah seemed to just now notice that his nose was covered with the rodent's nuts.
"What the fuck? You turned so flaming overnight that you gotta teabag my face? Man, and here I thought you were just gonna be an easy fuck every night." Micah snorted as he set his can to the side, looking up cross-eyed at Damien who just took a sip from his beer.
"That don't feel like you're suckin' my dick, Micah. You're the one who was deep-throatin' corndogs over here like some faggot whore." The lion really had no response to that one, though he did manage another derisive snort before he flipped himself over on the furniture, pressing his nose against Damien's sheath.
"Really? That's all you got for me is to call me out on suckin' a corndog? Fine, I'll give yer dick a suck. If only because I think it smells fuckin' fantastic and you're clearly not letting me go until I do." Micah mumbled against the rat's sheath before he drew his head back, parting his ebon lips before enclosing them around the tip of Damien's sheath.
The rat just grinned, closing his fingers in Micah's hair for a moment before pulling his head forward and keeping him there as his shaft started pushing out of that sheath. Even with the good-scrubbing the rat had given himself, he hadn't washed his shaft from last night so the lion got a taste of a fully musky shaft that still tasted of the sweat and seed of last night. Micah nearly recoiled from it but he remembered the rat had a death grip on his hair a second later when he felt his hair being pulled by the roots, so he settled into cleaning that stained shaft with his tongue.
Damien sipped from the bottle of beer with a small grin on his face as he got his dick sucked by the lion. It was a nice change of pace from last night, even if there wasn't as much passion as they'd both put forth towards each other. But that didn't matter, because here they were having a moment in their own special way, if it was just a bit different from the norm.
Micah grimaced with each lick along that salty, musk-laden shaft as his head worked back and forth over that pink, tapered prick. At the very least, it was certainly an interesting taste, one that Micah found himself liking more and more as time went on. In fact, he found himself getting greedier and greedier as the rat started fucking his face.
Drool dripped down Micah's chin with every inward thrust by the rodent, the feline unable to keep up with his own head as the rodent rammed himself back and forth, mashing his balls against the feline's chin and his hips against the lion's lips. He finished off the bottle of beer with a low moan, pulling the bottle up to his lips and licking it slowly around the rim, looking down at the feline's ass with a grin pulling back his lips.
Micah yowled out around his mouthful of shaft when he felt something pushing at his anus, the feline noticing that the bottle was nowhere in sight and that what was pushing against him distinctly felt like the very same bottle. He had no real reason to complain though, since he was readily in the mood to have something done to him rather than just him sucking the rat off. He squeezed his tailpipe around that unyielding bottle as the rodent pushed the stem of it in, stretching out Micah's ass.
The texture of the bottle was different at the very least as it split open the lion's virgin pucker, spreading him out as it got down to that thick end. There was a moment where it seemed as if the lion's body would accept no more, but he suddenly sank back on his knees and onto the couch, grunting as he forced that improvised toy up his tailhole. It was as if someone had lit sparks along his body, the lion yelping out as he started riding that glass bottle like it was a cock.
The rat above just bit his lip as he hammered away at Micah's face, bringing both hands back up and around the lion's head, forcing him down again and again on that heavy prick. Precum spurted from his shaft down Micah's throat, making the lion cough heavily, saliva sticking to Damien's shaft as he pulled it back. A mix of pre and saliva was starting to stain the edges of the feline's muzzle, some of it slopping down his chin and onto his flat stomach. A small bulge showed where the bottle was in relation to his insides as it spread him out far wider than he'd worked the rodent last night.
It was, surprisingly, Micah who found himself reaching that climax first, his tail stiffening and the fur at the tip bristling out before he pulled off that heavy shaft and yowled out. Cum roped in sticky arcs towards the rodent but they were quickly swallowed up by the couch, spreading out over the surface of it and making it sticky, a low grunt working up from his lips. Damien had no choice but to jerk himself off the rest of the way, his eyes clenched shut as he pumped his member furiously with a brown-furred hand. After a long moment where it nearly seemed like he'd have to get Micah back on his dick again just to get off, he came too, streamers of white lancing out over Micah's face and frosting his muzzle in the hot spunk.
"G-goddamned fag. Look at me now, gotta go take a fuckin' shower. Dammit, I liked smelling naturally, but now I got a fuckin' rat's spunk in my fur!" Micah grunted as he pulled himself off of the bottle, tossing the ruined glass thing into the trash as he stood up. Damien just grinned, smacking the feline's ass as he passed by and taking his spot on the far more comfortable sofa.
An unusual couple of days, by far... but it was worth it. The rat had pulled the thorn from the lion's paw and now had himself a lover. Well. The thorn had actually fucked him silly the night before, but that was just arguing semantics.
Yes sir, what was better than being in love and filthy rich? Cheese, maybe... Yeah, definitely cheese was better, but havin' someone that could fuck him and suck his dick was pretty fucking awesome too.